[ he'd always had the advantage, and any quick look at their bodies side by side would attest to that considering his larger build and firmer muscles. but addy wasn't something to laugh at either, and she hadn't been even in the early years of the outbreak, so with a few more years after that under her belt, she was her own ongoing force in a fight.
even if he's bound for a win, she doesn't allow him to maintain it easily, putting all her weight into every swing and kick, every thrust of her body, making sure he knows full well that size isn't everything, and strategy and speed have their advantages even between drastically different opponents.
but her fall to the floor is hard, and she can't mask the helpless grunt when she's on her back; it's a good thing she'd worn leggings, otherwise her pants might have ripped with the force of it.
she squirms against his hold, but even if she could manage some swift escapes on her feet, her vulnerable position now keeps her from getting out from beneath the strength of his hands. it doesn't help that the ongoing fight has tired her out for as long as they've kept it going, her chest rising and falling with quickened breaths, sweat clinging stray strands of her bundled hair to the skin of her cheeks. in any case, it's hard to want to move with the sight above her, the naked skin of his chest painted in sweat of his own, biceps firmer still from how his arms stretch out to hold her down. ]
Are you sure? [ she asks despite the stretch of a grin that follows, her body shaking from a quiet defeated laugh. ] You're lucky as hell I didn't have my bat.
[ if this were a real fight and she were armed, she doubts she'd be the one on the floor. ]
( amos likes to think he could have withstood a few hits from her bat but if he'd been unarmed and she'd been swinging that, she's probably right and he probably would have been on the ground.
he stays perched above her for a few moments longer before he gives her wrists a squeeze and then let's go, rolling off of her to sit next to her, arms braced behind him and legs stretched out. )
Are you okay? ( if he's a little sore, he knows she's gotta be more so. neither of them appear to be bleeding or seriously injured so he's going to call it a successful spar. ) I did stock up on ice per your suggestion, you know. I'll be nice and share with you even if you were insulting me at the time.
[ even when he loosens his hold from her, she doesn't move from her spot on the floor. the win has been (mostly) acknowledged, so the effort for furthering the fight is lost, which means taking advantage of the current relief allowed for her back. still panting a little, she lets the stillness soothe her limbs for as long as she can manage it without having to move. ]
Oh, shut up. [ it's a snappy reply, but the held smile shows no real retaliation, even if her eye rolls as she turns to look over at him. ] I'm feeling just fine. I just happen to be extremely comfortable right now.
[ oh the hard floor. it's fine, she's fine.
even so, with a huffing breath, teeth gritting slightly to try and hold back a strained noise, she rolls her upper body to sit up, bending her knees to stretch her arms across them. her head droops down forward between her shoulders, but she turns to keep her gaze on him. ]
Alright, so — you win. [ spoken with so much reluctance. ] What torment do you wish to bestow upon me, Mr. Burton?
You know, if I were a better man, I'd say you admitting I won is enough but you know what?
( he smiles when she looks at him and reaches over to put a light hand on her back, trying to soothe out any aches that might be there. but he's not soft. not at all. )
I'm not a better man. Not at all. ( sucks to be you, addy. but don't worry, he won't be too hard on you. he hums thoughtfully, still rubbing her back with one hand. )
I might have to think about this one. ( he'd been pretty confident that he'd win but he hadn't really thought past that. ) Keep you in suspense.
[ maybe it he were someone else and she were someone else, there could be a bit of worry about what accepting to do "whatever he wants" could end up meaning. but when he places that hand to her back and gives her that stare with a smile, it's hard to not anticipate the promise a little, even if she could possibly end up regretting it. ]
That almost sounds dangerous.
[ not that she's scared, the look in her eye one that's almost daring him to make it so.
right now though, she's pleased with the press of his fingers to her back, arching a little as it soothes the ache there. ]
( in someone else's hands, it probably would be dangerous. hell, in his hands, he could probably weaponize it but...not with her. he doesn't want to do that with her. that doesn't mean she's going to get off easy, though. she wouldn't let him off so he's not going to let her off either. )
Guess you'll have to wait and see.
( maybe he'd think of something in the next hour, maybe in the next day. she was just going to have to sit tight until he decided. )
Didn't know sympathy massages were a thing. ( or that he'd one day be considering giving someone one. with a sigh, he gets to his feet, reaching a hand down to her so he can help lift her. )
Did you look in my bedroom last time you were here? ( he'd fallen asleep for awhile, after all. ) It's down the hall. I'm gonna get some water and my shirt and then I'll see about a massage for you.
( so go lay down and stuff. he'd offer the couch but it's pushed off to one side and the bed's more comfortable anyway. )
[ she can wait, even if she knows full well that he's bound to take his time to make sure it's something that works really well in his favor.
for the moment, she raises a brow at his apparent willingness to play along with her request. ]
Oh, you didn't know? Every graceful loser is always guaranteed one. The ultimate participation prize. [ a one-hundred percent lie, but at the very least she's willing to admit she lost this round. now that she isn't eventually going to nudge for another some day, in which she'll be making sure it isn't a repeat of his first victory.
she grins when he helps her back onto her feet before wiping her hands on her thighs and looking down the hall. ] Well, there's no rush on the shirt, but — [ she smirks a little, gaze shamelessly looking him over once more. ] I'll see you there.
[ she's glad that she at least has enough strength in her legs to walk normally, instead of limping in her shame, though when she does get to the bedroom, she does sink her shoulders a little before rubbing a hand against her neck, swaying it in a circle a little to ease the ache. soon enough, she tugs off her tank top and sets it aside, leaving on a sports bra as she slips onto his bed, laying on her belly, and easing herself on the mattress with a relaxed sigh. ]
For some reason, I think you're lying about the massage. ( just a hunch he has but he's feeling pretty good after that victory so she's probably going to get one anyway.
he watches her disappear down the hallway before moving into the kitchen. he grabs two bottles of water that he's stuck inside his refrigerator and takes them and his discarded shirt back to the bedroom where he notices she's already made herself comfortable.
he tosses the shirt to the side and then settles one bottle near her arms before climbing onto the bed beside her. )
You look like you're gonna fall asleep. Wouldn't want to interrupt that with a massage. ( he arches a brow down at her as he pops the cap off the water and takes a sip. )
[ she probably could fall asleep if she lingers here without disruption, but he isn't away nearly long enough for that and when he shuffles into the bedroom, she turns her head to face him as he drops the bottle near her. ]
I'm awake. Don't try to cheat yourself out of it now.
[ steadying her forearms on the mattress, she lifts her upper body, enough to allow herself to properly take a few hefty gulps, breathing out a satisfying exhale once she feels the cool water freshen her.
humming softly, she puts the cap back on the bottle, peering up at him. ] I was just testing your mattress. I think it's firmer than mine. Almost unfair — always feels like I'm gonna fall through a cloud. Not used to it.
( he caps his own water back up and reaches to settle it on the table beside the bed before situating himself beside her and reaching to run the heel of his hand down her back firmly.
he has no idea how to give a massage but he remembers what she'd done and he knows where various muscle groups are so he's going to put those two things together and hope he doesn't hurt her.
he moves his hands up more towards her shoulders and digs his thumbs into her shoulder blades to try and loosen those up as well. )
[ she presses her lips tight together momentarily, feeling the way he nudges his hands against her back; firm callouses means she can feel the strength of them, but she has no demands for him to be so gentle anyway, appreciating how she feel the difference in her muscles. ]
Mostly the back of cars. Any free floor space if we're lucky enough to find something well guarded.
[ not always the most comfortable, but when you're used to firm ground for as long as she's had to, it's almost more uncomfortable to settle on something too soft. ]
Grass was always nicest, though. I always liked looking up at the stars. [ she hums, bringing her hands together on the mattress to rest her chin over them. ] Bet you saw plenty of those most of the time, though.
( he doesn't look at the stars much these days. between the work on the ship and the shit holden got them into it, there wasn't a lot of time. they were out there, they were bright and they were pretty some nights but he'd fallen out of the habit of really enjoying things like that. )
I was born in Baltimore though. ( he gives her that little piece of information as he palms at the small of her back, working on a small knot he finds there with the tips of his fingers and his thumbs. )
I stayed in a...dark place. ( he veers away from that quickly enough and clears his throat. ) So, seeing the stars then was kind of a reminder that there was something out there.
[ he gives her little fragments, miniature pieces that don't always fully connect on a string, almost like he's only vaguely dipping back into them himself. but she takes those pieces and listens, hearing the sudden hesitance that comes with that quiet admittance; she knows what it's like to only pull up pieces, even if she'd chosen to forget her own entirely once.
she remembers how he'd said he'd left earth as soon as he could, which meant there evidently must have been something he'd wanted to run from. ]
Like a promise of something better. [ she mutters quietly, sighing when his fingers press low, easing her into that quiet, still state. ] How'd you end up leaving?
( seemed to be the easiest way to get off earth for as long as he could. there was nothing for him on that planet and no one he wanted to stay for. )
Worked on an ice hauler for awhile until it was destroyed by a bunch of dumb fucks. ( dumb fucks being the anubis, of course. too bad. he'd liked the cant well enough. )
I survived though. ( he forces his tone into something lighter and reaches up to press a palm against the back of her neck to knead the sore muscles there while his thoughts wandered off back to the cant and the anubis and the goddamn protomolecule. )
As you do. [ he's a survivor, same way that she is, managing to make it through even when the rest of the world crumbles around them. "dumb fucks" makes her think of her own team, always in the habit of leaving behind more destruction for people than what they started with. ]
And now you're on the ... Rocinante, right? [ she remembers him mentioning it, there with his crew. along with prax, as they try to save his daughter.
he nudges his palm to her neck and she lets out a small unintentional moan, satisfaction in that relieving press as she tilts her head forward to allow further exposure of his touch. ] Shit — not that you need anymore of a boost to your ego, but you're good at that.
Yeah, Rocinante. The ship we stole from Martians. ( he remembers telling her that as well because he remembers her reaction to that particular piece of information. )
There's five of us. I'm the only mechanic but Martians make good ships. ( even if he has to put it back together more often than not, that's more because they were always being shot at rather than the ship being poorly built. )
Guess it's a hidden talent since I don't really go around giving people massages. ( not here, not back on the ship. he spends a little more time around her neck since she'd seemed to like it, though. he keeps up with the firmer, heavier touch, working a few muscles loose with his fingers until his hands migrated down to her shoulders to press against the skin there. )
Right. The Martians. [ she chuckles, remembering that now. it's still hard for her to imagine what space life is really like, and she knows 10k, despite all his usual silence, would especially be bursting with questions; it took everything in her to hold him back from chasing after xenomorphs when they were in deerington that one time. ]
We probably could have used you. Never really had a mechanic with us. If anything broke down, we'd just have to improvise, and it'd usually be me with all of my — [ ah, that's a good spot ] — technical qualities.
[ she doesn't mind that he's firm, and considering how long it's been since she's massaged up these muscles, he's doing a hell of a job. ] Really? And what makes me so lucky for the treatment?
( most people don't think to ask him for anything but protection. they want him to pick up a gun and shoot someone and he will. no one really asks him for a massage. they know what he's good for. )
And I like you. ( he says it quietly, simply but sincerely. amos won't ever really be someone who shares his emotions freely and with any kind of eloquence but he means what he says right now.
he brushes his fingers up and down the back of her neck before moving down the ridge of her spine towards her waist now. )
[ she falls quiet for a moment, either in response to that simple and honest admission or to the careful touch of his fingers along her spine that makes her shiver, exhaling a sigh at the warmth that follows.
she smiles a little to herself first, before she slowly twists her body around to lay flat on her back, her hands smoothing over his to reassign them to her waist as she peers up at him. ]
Oh, yeah? [ she says it quietly, soft but teasingly as she reaches up, fingers stroking slow against the strands of his beard. ] Show me. [ his massage is proof enough, but her thumb traces up across his lip as a smile stretches on her own. ]
( keeping his hands at her waist, amos leans down a bit, closer to her now but keeping the slightest bit of distance between them. he can feel her breath gust along his face and he's sure he's close enough that she'll hear his heart.
he hovers just over her lips, dipping down like he's going to kiss her but only getting close enough for a brush before he pulls back and does it again. )
Like that? ( he knows that's not right. even someone like him knows it. ) Have I showed you yet?
[ she feels her own breath shake as he draws in close to her, anticipating a kiss that doesn't happen. but when she feels the faint brush of his lips, she can't help but stretch her own into a grin that's the start of a laugh she holds back. ]
I think you're a little lacking on the evidence.
[ her fingers drift down, tips stroking light touches along his chest before circling back to splay her palm across his heart, feeling the pulse against the heel of her hand. ]
( no, she's right, he can. he's not much of tease but he can when properly motivated and relaxed enough. guess a good spar and some quiet conversation put him into that headspace.
he waits for a second longer before he finally does dip down enough that his lips slide against hers, warm and wet, and for once, he doesn't immediately press to make it something deeper and harder
he takes one of his hands away from her waist to curve against her cheek and jaw, cradling her face while he kisses her. )
[ he always talks of not being gentle, and though this is the very same guy that's responsible for making her limbs ache from sparring, somehow he shows softness in those calloused fingers that touch her cheek, encouragement in the hold that makes her tilt her head up to meet his lips that descend onto hers.
it had all started with a kind of desperation, back down in rapture, when she'd gripped him hard by the shirt and pulled him in against her, like she was eager in using him to forcefully forget everything that was dragging her down. now, it comes with no effort, a soft kiss enough for him to wash over her completely.
she doesn't press for more so soon, but she's content to keep him there, keep his mouth on hers, slow but tender, as her fingers fall to his hip, clutching firmly at the muscle. ]
( there's no string connecting them anymore but it appears the damage (though it's not really damage at all) has been done. he'd told himself for awhile that it was just the string drawing him to her and now he knows the truth:
it's her drawing him to her. that's why he likes her. maybe the string had helped but it hadn't been the whole entire reason. if it had just been the string, she wouldn't be here right now.
amos settles himself beside her on his side, reaching for one of her hips to pull her closer to him, sliding one leg between the two of hers to give her more space to tuck up against him while he kisses her. )
[ she'd been a little scared about what it would mean when the string disappeared — if somehow the feelings that had come with it would simply go away or, even worse, if they didn't. truthfully, she hadn't even noticed when it was finally gone, when she'd become distracted making plans with him, slipping into his apartment for something that, on the surface, wasn't meant to mean anything at all.
there's no red thread wrapped around their fingers and yet they still seek one another out, and when he settles on his side and coaxes her closer, she does so without resistance, hoisting her thigh upon his as she curves her body in against his.
his skin is bare and she can feel the warmth of him radiating from it; her fingers brace along his arm, curling along his shoulder, reminded of the strength of him that feels far safer than it possibly should.
because despite the dark corners of him that she's caught a glimpse of, she's seen the other side too, the one that shows now when he kisses her the way he does, and without the string to tell her one way or another anymore, she isn't holding back from embracing it. ]
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even if he's bound for a win, she doesn't allow him to maintain it easily, putting all her weight into every swing and kick, every thrust of her body, making sure he knows full well that size isn't everything, and strategy and speed have their advantages even between drastically different opponents.
but her fall to the floor is hard, and she can't mask the helpless grunt when she's on her back; it's a good thing she'd worn leggings, otherwise her pants might have ripped with the force of it.
she squirms against his hold, but even if she could manage some swift escapes on her feet, her vulnerable position now keeps her from getting out from beneath the strength of his hands. it doesn't help that the ongoing fight has tired her out for as long as they've kept it going, her chest rising and falling with quickened breaths, sweat clinging stray strands of her bundled hair to the skin of her cheeks. in any case, it's hard to want to move with the sight above her, the naked skin of his chest painted in sweat of his own, biceps firmer still from how his arms stretch out to hold her down. ]
Are you sure? [ she asks despite the stretch of a grin that follows, her body shaking from a quiet defeated laugh. ] You're lucky as hell I didn't have my bat.
[ if this were a real fight and she were armed, she doubts she'd be the one on the floor. ]
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( amos likes to think he could have withstood a few hits from her bat but if he'd been unarmed and she'd been swinging that, she's probably right and he probably would have been on the ground.
he stays perched above her for a few moments longer before he gives her wrists a squeeze and then let's go, rolling off of her to sit next to her, arms braced behind him and legs stretched out. )
Are you okay? ( if he's a little sore, he knows she's gotta be more so. neither of them appear to be bleeding or seriously injured so he's going to call it a successful spar. ) I did stock up on ice per your suggestion, you know. I'll be nice and share with you even if you were insulting me at the time.
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Oh, shut up. [ it's a snappy reply, but the held smile shows no real retaliation, even if her eye rolls as she turns to look over at him. ] I'm feeling just fine. I just happen to be extremely comfortable right now.
[ oh the hard floor. it's fine, she's fine.
even so, with a huffing breath, teeth gritting slightly to try and hold back a strained noise, she rolls her upper body to sit up, bending her knees to stretch her arms across them. her head droops down forward between her shoulders, but she turns to keep her gaze on him. ]
Alright, so — you win. [ spoken with so much reluctance. ] What torment do you wish to bestow upon me, Mr. Burton?
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( he smiles when she looks at him and reaches over to put a light hand on her back, trying to soothe out any aches that might be there. but he's not soft. not at all. )
I'm not a better man. Not at all. ( sucks to be you, addy. but don't worry, he won't be too hard on you. he hums thoughtfully, still rubbing her back with one hand. )
I might have to think about this one. ( he'd been pretty confident that he'd win but he hadn't really thought past that. ) Keep you in suspense.
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That almost sounds dangerous.
[ not that she's scared, the look in her eye one that's almost daring him to make it so.
right now though, she's pleased with the press of his fingers to her back, arching a little as it soothes the ache there. ]
Do I at least get a sympathy massage?
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Guess you'll have to wait and see.
( maybe he'd think of something in the next hour, maybe in the next day. she was just going to have to sit tight until he decided. )
Didn't know sympathy massages were a thing. ( or that he'd one day be considering giving someone one. with a sigh, he gets to his feet, reaching a hand down to her so he can help lift her. )
Did you look in my bedroom last time you were here? ( he'd fallen asleep for awhile, after all. ) It's down the hall. I'm gonna get some water and my shirt and then I'll see about a massage for you.
( so go lay down and stuff. he'd offer the couch but it's pushed off to one side and the bed's more comfortable anyway. )
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for the moment, she raises a brow at his apparent willingness to play along with her request. ]
Oh, you didn't know? Every graceful loser is always guaranteed one. The ultimate participation prize. [ a one-hundred percent lie, but at the very least she's willing to admit she lost this round. now that she isn't eventually going to nudge for another some day, in which she'll be making sure it isn't a repeat of his first victory.
she grins when he helps her back onto her feet before wiping her hands on her thighs and looking down the hall. ] Well, there's no rush on the shirt, but — [ she smirks a little, gaze shamelessly looking him over once more. ] I'll see you there.
[ she's glad that she at least has enough strength in her legs to walk normally, instead of limping in her shame, though when she does get to the bedroom, she does sink her shoulders a little before rubbing a hand against her neck, swaying it in a circle a little to ease the ache. soon enough, she tugs off her tank top and sets it aside, leaving on a sports bra as she slips onto his bed, laying on her belly, and easing herself on the mattress with a relaxed sigh. ]
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he watches her disappear down the hallway before moving into the kitchen. he grabs two bottles of water that he's stuck inside his refrigerator and takes them and his discarded shirt back to the bedroom where he notices she's already made herself comfortable.
he tosses the shirt to the side and then settles one bottle near her arms before climbing onto the bed beside her. )
You look like you're gonna fall asleep. Wouldn't want to interrupt that with a massage. ( he arches a brow down at her as he pops the cap off the water and takes a sip. )
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I'm awake. Don't try to cheat yourself out of it now.
[ steadying her forearms on the mattress, she lifts her upper body, enough to allow herself to properly take a few hefty gulps, breathing out a satisfying exhale once she feels the cool water freshen her.
humming softly, she puts the cap back on the bottle, peering up at him. ] I was just testing your mattress. I think it's firmer than mine. Almost unfair — always feels like I'm gonna fall through a cloud. Not used to it.
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( he caps his own water back up and reaches to settle it on the table beside the bed before situating himself beside her and reaching to run the heel of his hand down her back firmly.
he has no idea how to give a massage but he remembers what she'd done and he knows where various muscle groups are so he's going to put those two things together and hope he doesn't hurt her.
he moves his hands up more towards her shoulders and digs his thumbs into her shoulder blades to try and loosen those up as well. )
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Mostly the back of cars. Any free floor space if we're lucky enough to find something well guarded.
[ not always the most comfortable, but when you're used to firm ground for as long as she's had to, it's almost more uncomfortable to settle on something too soft. ]
Grass was always nicest, though. I always liked looking up at the stars. [ she hums, bringing her hands together on the mattress to rest her chin over them. ] Bet you saw plenty of those most of the time, though.
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( he doesn't look at the stars much these days. between the work on the ship and the shit holden got them into it, there wasn't a lot of time. they were out there, they were bright and they were pretty some nights but he'd fallen out of the habit of really enjoying things like that. )
I was born in Baltimore though. ( he gives her that little piece of information as he palms at the small of her back, working on a small knot he finds there with the tips of his fingers and his thumbs. )
I stayed in a...dark place. ( he veers away from that quickly enough and clears his throat. ) So, seeing the stars then was kind of a reminder that there was something out there.
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she remembers how he'd said he'd left earth as soon as he could, which meant there evidently must have been something he'd wanted to run from. ]
Like a promise of something better. [ she mutters quietly, sighing when his fingers press low, easing her into that quiet, still state. ] How'd you end up leaving?
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( seemed to be the easiest way to get off earth for as long as he could. there was nothing for him on that planet and no one he wanted to stay for. )
Worked on an ice hauler for awhile until it was destroyed by a bunch of dumb fucks. ( dumb fucks being the anubis, of course. too bad. he'd liked the cant well enough. )
I survived though. ( he forces his tone into something lighter and reaches up to press a palm against the back of her neck to knead the sore muscles there while his thoughts wandered off back to the cant and the anubis and the goddamn protomolecule. )
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And now you're on the ... Rocinante, right? [ she remembers him mentioning it, there with his crew. along with prax, as they try to save his daughter.
he nudges his palm to her neck and she lets out a small unintentional moan, satisfaction in that relieving press as she tilts her head forward to allow further exposure of his touch. ] Shit — not that you need anymore of a boost to your ego, but you're good at that.
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There's five of us. I'm the only mechanic but Martians make good ships. ( even if he has to put it back together more often than not, that's more because they were always being shot at rather than the ship being poorly built. )
Guess it's a hidden talent since I don't really go around giving people massages. ( not here, not back on the ship. he spends a little more time around her neck since she'd seemed to like it, though. he keeps up with the firmer, heavier touch, working a few muscles loose with his fingers until his hands migrated down to her shoulders to press against the skin there. )
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We probably could have used you. Never really had a mechanic with us. If anything broke down, we'd just have to improvise, and it'd usually be me with all of my — [ ah, that's a good spot ] — technical qualities.
[ she doesn't mind that he's firm, and considering how long it's been since she's massaged up these muscles, he's doing a hell of a job. ] Really? And what makes me so lucky for the treatment?
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( most people don't think to ask him for anything but protection. they want him to pick up a gun and shoot someone and he will. no one really asks him for a massage. they know what he's good for. )
And I like you. ( he says it quietly, simply but sincerely. amos won't ever really be someone who shares his emotions freely and with any kind of eloquence but he means what he says right now.
he brushes his fingers up and down the back of her neck before moving down the ridge of her spine towards her waist now. )
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she smiles a little to herself first, before she slowly twists her body around to lay flat on her back, her hands smoothing over his to reassign them to her waist as she peers up at him. ]
Oh, yeah? [ she says it quietly, soft but teasingly as she reaches up, fingers stroking slow against the strands of his beard. ] Show me. [ his massage is proof enough, but her thumb traces up across his lip as a smile stretches on her own. ]
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( keeping his hands at her waist, amos leans down a bit, closer to her now but keeping the slightest bit of distance between them. he can feel her breath gust along his face and he's sure he's close enough that she'll hear his heart.
he hovers just over her lips, dipping down like he's going to kiss her but only getting close enough for a brush before he pulls back and does it again. )
Like that? ( he knows that's not right. even someone like him knows it. ) Have I showed you yet?
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I think you're a little lacking on the evidence.
[ her fingers drift down, tips stroking light touches along his chest before circling back to splay her palm across his heart, feeling the pulse against the heel of her hand. ]
I know you can do better than that.
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( no, she's right, he can. he's not much of tease but he can when properly motivated and relaxed enough. guess a good spar and some quiet conversation put him into that headspace.
he waits for a second longer before he finally does dip down enough that his lips slide against hers, warm and wet, and for once, he doesn't immediately press to make it something deeper and harder
he takes one of his hands away from her waist to curve against her cheek and jaw, cradling her face while he kisses her. )
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it had all started with a kind of desperation, back down in rapture, when she'd gripped him hard by the shirt and pulled him in against her, like she was eager in using him to forcefully forget everything that was dragging her down. now, it comes with no effort, a soft kiss enough for him to wash over her completely.
she doesn't press for more so soon, but she's content to keep him there, keep his mouth on hers, slow but tender, as her fingers fall to his hip, clutching firmly at the muscle. ]
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it's her drawing him to her. that's why he likes her. maybe the string had helped but it hadn't been the whole entire reason. if it had just been the string, she wouldn't be here right now.
amos settles himself beside her on his side, reaching for one of her hips to pull her closer to him, sliding one leg between the two of hers to give her more space to tuck up against him while he kisses her. )
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there's no red thread wrapped around their fingers and yet they still seek one another out, and when he settles on his side and coaxes her closer, she does so without resistance, hoisting her thigh upon his as she curves her body in against his.
his skin is bare and she can feel the warmth of him radiating from it; her fingers brace along his arm, curling along his shoulder, reminded of the strength of him that feels far safer than it possibly should.
because despite the dark corners of him that she's caught a glimpse of, she's seen the other side too, the one that shows now when he kisses her the way he does, and without the string to tell her one way or another anymore, she isn't holding back from embracing it. ]
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i appreciate you making floofy hair and longer beard canon for me lmfao (no really, i do!)
LMAO you said it was growing!!
i absolutely did i just appreciate the support LMFAO
i mean who wouldn't want to confirm that FACE as offensive as it is
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